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So I was thinking today to what I wanted to write about. Did I want to conquer politics, drugs and gangs or religion-nah. Let's talk about something serious-shopping.

I have had kind of a problem with this subject since I was in college and worked at Weinstocks. It isn't around anymore, it was bought out by Macy's in 1996. I worked there for about 3 1/2 years and loved it.

Let's go back alittle though. In high school, I may not have been the popular girl, but I wore good clothes! I wore Benetton, Z. Cavaricchi (that's funny to think about these days) and Guess. My Mom had a great way to ration me. She gave me a "clothing allowance", which was money I was given every month to buy clothes with. I could save the money up and buy something big, or spend the allotted amount monthly. I would save up a couple months up and go crazy and hit the sale racks. Now, my Mom is quite a shopper herself, but she goes to the stores that I can't shop at. The kind where the sales clerks look at you crazy if you are too young, driving the wrong car or not carrying a Louis Vuitton bag (the real kind, not the Overstock special). So anyway, this gave me a good foundation, to what later would become a problem.

So I was a sales clerk as Weinstocks, the only problem, is my entire paycheck stayed at the store. I might add that they were nice enough to give me my very first credit card. I never got into any trouble with it though so that was a good thing. I was scared of my Dad and what he would do if he found that I hadn't paid that sucker off every month.

Later, after Weinstocks went out of business and I was working at Applebee's, I started shopping at Marshalls and Ross. I have always been a brand name shopper. And, the brand name needed to be visible. Now, don't act like you don't know what I am talking about. You know, the T-shirt that says "Abercrombie" or the red tag on the back of your "Lucky Jeans". Marshalls and Ross had name brand clothes that were marked down and I am one of those that searches. My shopping trips are not quick my friends. They are in depth because I am looking for the deals!

Then when my body started to move out of the "Jr" sizes, I moved to Express. I loved that place. I wore my ugly, manly, polyester uniform every day for 5 years, but on my weekends, I wouldn't wear the same thing twice. And trust me, I looked like a girl. I can't tell you how many times people would refer to me as "sir" at work, so I made myself extra girly as to not be confused off duty.

After I got knocked up and gained my weight, I faltered and hung out with the Old Navy crowd for awhile, but I lost some of it and regained alittle confidence. I started back into Banana Republic and Macy's.

That's when I really started into the shoes and you gotta love Macy's shoes. That is a whole other blog. Now, they are expensive, but you gotta hit up the clerance with additional off. That is an outting all by itself. Does the comfort level matter-no. You have to suck it up to get anywhere in life, right. This is one of the things you have to sacrifice.

So I am kinda getting into purses now. I really want a Coach purse, but the price tags on those things is even alittle more then I can handle. Time to make a trip to Gilroy I think-they have an outlet there. I will have to give you updates on my venture in that department. It's new territory, which makes it exciting.

So, shopping is a very important part of my life. I do it when I am happy. sad, bored and irritated. I like to go by myself, with friends and my kids too. I like to do it with coffee, with Sonic or without anything. I like big bags, small bags and boxes. I love everything about shopping. So if you need someone to go with you, I'm honest and have an enthusiasm that you won't find in anyone else.